[Estinien may stick out as a man with elven ears and a towering frame - and also a tendency to being constantly in conflict with the guards. Today, though, he's just huddled up near the fire staring at the coals. His white robe bears blood stains and his face is blackened with bruising.
He doesn't quite look at her when she speaks to him. He doesn't refuse her directly, either.]
waiting
He doesn't quite look at her when she speaks to him. He doesn't refuse her directly, either.]
Aye.
[What else does he have to do?]